Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Can,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.